It was something Venera had always fantasised about with many of her clients, especially the attractive men, as well as some of her incredibly beautiful female clients, but it was something she never dared to act on. It was crossing a line, and she respected the trust her clients put in her too much to ever cross that particular threshold.
Venera was one of the most highly sought-after erotic tantra and massage workers in the greater London area. She had built a business, if that was to be named as such, into a thriving practice. One where ultimate discretion was of course required, and one where her livelihood depended on her remaining in complete control. That meant she could touch her clients, but they could never touch her. Still, it was something she had brought herself to orgasm just by thinking about many, many times.
After long days of multiple sessions Venera would return home to the darkness of her bedroom and strip off all her clothes and crawl between her cool bed sheets, allowing her fingers to trace over her breasts and down her body until she found the heated pool of desire between her legs. She imagined her clients touching her, moving their hands over her breasts as she had moved her hands over their bodies… slowly, sensually, driving her wild with desire, just as she had done to them. With her eyes closed she would imagine them pressing her inner thighs apart, spreading her legs… their fingers pushing inside her and finding her so incredibly wet.
Night after night Venera would cry out in ecstasy in the solitude of her bed, her back arched, her skin drenched in sweat as wave after wave of orgasm rushed through her. After spending endless days catering to the sexual needs of others, she desperately needed to be touched. She wanted her clients to take her, and ravish her… to spread her open and fuck her until she exploded. She wanted to be the one whose body was shaking with pure sexual release at the hands of another. Except she would never allow that to happen.
She couldn’t.
When Venera established her business, she wrote a single rule down on a piece of paper and kept it tucked inside of her calendar of appointments as a reminder:
I am always in complete control of my sessions. I am in charge of my clients—they are not in charge of me.
That note was written three years ago… and long before she ever met Nick.
*
Venera had worked hard to create a Zen-like atmosphere in her small studio that would make a Buddhist monk jealous. Walking in and seeing the simple white walls, clean hardwood floors, dim lighting, and beautiful artwork and plants, one would think they were at a retreat of some sort, not an illicit massage parlor, which is just what Venera wanted. She wanted her clients to feel like they were at a spa, enjoying a beautiful massage by a beautiful woman… a woman who just happened to really enjoy getting her clients off in ways they could only dream of.
Venera was an expert in many massage techniques, from Swedish to chakra energy work, but she found most of her clients preferred her speciality massage—something she referred to as an out-of-body experience because it really was like nothing any of her clients had ever experienced. She incorporated the Japanese technique of Nuru massage, where a therapist uses their full body to massage a client, with another practice into her work— erotic tantra. With tantra came a level of sexual energy not present in a normal massage. Venera’s role, as she saw it, was to unleash the internal tantric energy her clients possessed. Venera knew how to lead her clients into a state of euphoric bliss by simply guiding them to control their breath. Touch was sometimes hardly necessary… but touch them she did.
Fully nude, she had her clients lay on the floor, caressing every inch of their skin. As they relaxed with her incredibly sensual touch, she would stimulate different parts of their bodies, finding erogenous zones many didn’t even know they had. Behind their earlobes. The inside of their thighs. The middle of their backs. Ultimately, her hands would reach their final destination. Venera would expertly tease and tantalise her clients, touching them intimately, focusing her energy in a slow, deliberate manner. She would listen to the groans and sighs of pleasure coming from her clients as she manipulated them until they were on the verge of exploding.
Venera loved the feeling of being in complete control, of bringing someone to the edge and back so many times they nearly passed out. It was her gift, and she used it well. There was no man, nor woman, who could withstand her touch. In the end, they all exploded, releasing currents of pent-up energy as their bodies shook and convulsed under her touch. She controlled each and every one of them, enjoying each experience, knowing she was capable of creating such intense sexual pleasure.
Then came Nick.
The first time he walked into her studio Venera knew Nick was different from anyone she’d met before. Not only was he a perfect specimen of the male form—a beautiful man with a body chiselled from the finest stone and brought to life by the gods themselves, there was something about him that set off alarm bells in her head.
“Get out now, he’s not good for you…” Of course, she did no such thing.
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Nick’s session began as all her sessions did, facing each other, seated on the floor. Venera proceeded to guide Nick into a meditative state focusing on his breath. The candlelight was low, and the music soft. Venera could hear each breath Nick took growing deeper and deeper, softer and softer.
That’s when she noticed it.
She had completely stopped breathing.
Venera caught herself. She took in a few deep breaths and then refocused her energy. She moved Nick onto the towel, face down. With long, sweeping strokes, she moved her hands up and down his back, placing light caresses and gentle squeezes on his buttocks and back of his legs and nimble pinches on his neck and earlobes. She ran her hands down the full length of his firm thighs and his sculpted calves. With every movement she reminded herself she was the one in control. She was the one touching him. Except that wasn’t exactly true. Yes, her client was motionless before her… but somehow, he was still touching her.
He was getting through to her in a way no client ever had.
Venera breathed in deeply again, wondering if she could continue. Yes, you can, she told herself. Because next came her favourite part.
Venera stood and slipped off her white skirt and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off her sheer white top. Completely nude, she lowered herself back down to the ground, then straddled the back of Nick’s legs. She reached for more oil and spread it over his back and buttocks, then pressed her body down on top of him. Slowly she began shifting her hips back and forth, gliding her bare pussy across his skin. It was an exquisite sensation she knew her clients loved… except something was wrong.
Venera could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She knew she had to stop, but she couldn’t. Her pussy was magnetised to Nick’s body.
With each slow movement she felt the fire between her legs growing… it wasn’t supposed to be like this. “Venera, be careful,” she heard her inner self warning.
She ignored the voice. She leaned forward and whispered in Nick’s ear. “Would you like to flip over now?”
There was no hesitation.
Venera let out a small gasp as her eyes fell upon Nick’s nude form. In her line of work, she had seen dozens, if not hundreds of phalluses of all shapes and sizes, but Nick was different. It was all she could do not to lean forward and immediately take him in her mouth. She wanted to feel his thick shaft between her lips… to lavish that sweet expanse of skin with her tongue… to feel his essence pulsing deep inside her throat. To do so would be an incredible breach of her rules. She did not service her clients in that manner, ever.
She fought the urges welling up inside her. Releasing another deep, slow breath, she began shifting her hips in slow, tantalising circles, working her way up Nick’s torso until her breasts were directly above his face. His eyes were closed, but she could still feel him drinking her in. Her eyes, of course, were taking in every inch of the man underneath her. She could feel the heat emanating from his naked torso, her own body temperature rising by the second. She breathed deeply again. She had to remain in control. She simply had to.
Except she was losing her internal battle. Her pussy was far too close to Nick’s cock for anything good to come of it.
*
Vera flipped over and faced away from Nick. She leaned forward and slid her hands between his thighs, letting her fingers curl softly around the base of his pulsing member. Slowly, sensually, she began to stroke him, using the technique she had perfected on countless other clients, working her oiled hands up over the tip of his shaft and back down, twisting and tantalising each inch of his throbbing essence. She felt Nick shift under her and let out a small groan. She smiled. Yes, she was still in control.
Nick’s hips began to thrust up and down in time with the movements of her hand. He pushed his cock between her fingers. She again fought the urge to lean forward and take him in her mouth. But fuck—did she want to feel that beautiful cock inside her. Another slow breath. Another refocusing of her thoughts. How much more could she take?
Venera arched her back and shifted her hips back a bit more. Her pussy was now inches from Nick’s mouth—a dangerous position, she knew. Yet it was a position she had come to understand demonstrated the power she held over her clients. She showed them her most intimate areas… the beautiful curve of her ass… her soft, oiled cheeks… but she knew they would never touch her. They couldn’t. They could only see how wet she was from touching them. Venera knew how desperately each man she straddled in this manner wanted to plunge his pulsing cock deep inside her glistening slit. She knew this was the moment her clients enjoyed the most. Seeing what they couldn’t have directly in front of them was enough to drive many of her clients over the edge. Many times they exploded in her hands at this moment, sometimes grabbing onto her legs to hold themselves steady as they climaxed, but never touching her.
Except Nick was different.
Nick’s hands hadn’t moved an inch, but somehow, he was touching her. Venera could feel his hot breath on her clit, spreading her open, as if he was pushing his fingers into her. What was happening?
Venera pressed her body back slightly more, then more still. Her pussy was now inches from his face. If Nick raised his head even slightly, he could ravish her clit with tiny flicks of his tongue or push it deep between her lips, tormenting her in the ways she so desperately wished to be tormented. She swayed her hips from side to side, teasing him, almost begging him to lick her. But she knew he wouldn’t. No client ever did. They did exactly as they were told. They never touched her. Except Nick wasn’t doing what he was told, was he? His damn breathing. His damn aura. His damn sexual energy that was literally pouring from his hot body… he was touching her in ways that she had so desperately longed to be touched for so long.
Venera wanted him.
Badly.
*
Venera guided Nick onto his knees and had him lean back with his hands behind him, his erect cock pulsing in front of him. She reached between his legs and began rubbing his balls and the front of his cock with the palm of her hand. This was one of Vera’s favourite ways of finishing her clients. She always wanted her clients to climax in the most powerful manner possible. She could control their orgasm easily like this, watching their bodies to determine if she needed to slow down her pace or increase her speed as she stroked them until just the right moment when she would completely stop and let their sexual energy flow through them and release from their bodies—although she had no intention of slowing down with Nick. The sooner she coaxed him to completion, the better. She had to get this over with quickly. The minute he walked out of her studio, she would lock the door behind him and never allow him inside again.
That was the only thing she could do… the only thing that made sense.
Venera wrapped her fingers tightly around Nick’s thick shaft, staring directly into his eyes as she began stroking him in a rhythm she knew would drive him over the edge. She leaned her body against his, pressing her hand into his hard abdomen and bringing her breath perfectly in sync with his. She feared if she checked she would find her heartbeat also in perfect sync with his, too. That couldn’t be. Venera hastened her pace.
With his cock sliding between her oiled fingers, Venera stared into Nick’s eyes, focused on triggering his final release, but instead she was losing herself. Going deeper with a client than she ever had before. She fought to keep her breathing steady. It was no use.
The deep look he gave her… his intense stare coupled with the long, slow tantric breaths. Venera was powerless. She could feel Nick in a way she had never experienced before with a client… she couldn’t stop herself from what came next.
Venera straddled Nick. In one swift motion, she raised her hips up and then lowered herself onto his cock. She gasped. Whatever breath she had remaining vanished. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders as he thrust his hips up to meet her. Their bodies began moving in unison. With each thrust, she could feel herself opening, taking him deeper and deeper, their faces pressed together. They didn’t kiss, which somehow heightened the intimacy of the moment. Venera’s entire focus was on feeling Nick inside her, opening her… feeling his energy consume her. This was purely physical… purely sexual… purely a tantric encounter. Yet, it was so much more.
“Yes, oh God, yes—fuck me just like that…” she whimpered, completely lost in the waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. Her breathing was the only thing keeping her even remotely grounded. She was dimly aware she was in her own studio with a client. Nick. His name was Nick. He was—
“Oh, God,” she cried out as her body rocked back and forth.
In tantra practice, the goal is not to achieve a single orgasm; it is to experience the energetic exchange between two people and allow the sexual energy to wash over the body in a continual wave of pleasure. Venera had mastered this energy exchange with her clients, but never had she allowed that energy to consume her as it was now. She felt her body slipping away, her mind free from its vessel. She no longer had any idea where she was. She cried out again, holding onto Nick’s oil-slicked body as if it were the only thing keeping her from being sucked into a bottomless void.
Nick’s cock continued to pulse deeper and deeper inside her. Venera spread her legs and clung to his back. He pulled her down onto him, thrusting into her as he did so. Venera shuddered and let out another loud moan. She held him tightly, rocking her hips back and forth on top of him, each motion taking him even deeper. She cried out, not caring who heard or what may happen. She was fucking her client, and she wanted him more than she had wanted anyone in recent memory.
Venera pressed Nick’s face to her chest as another orgasm rushed through her body. Her thighs clenched, her body quivered. She lost complete control as Nick continued to fuck her harder and harder.
“Fuck yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screamed as her body exploded.
She could take no more. Venera rode Nick’s cock faster and faster, taking him as deeply as she could inside her soaked pussy, begging his orgasm to come.
Finally, she felt him explode.
Venera cried out, shocked to find she was coming again, then again. Nick held her tightly and pressed his lips to her neck, his body shuddering and shaking until his orgasm subsided.
Venera held Nick for a few minutes, as she did all her clients after such an experience… except as with everything else, this time was different. She wasn’t just holding him… he was holding her.
They cleaned up without a word, and Nick left. Venera knew Nick would return. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. Except she knew she couldn’t allow that to happen. She had broken her own rules never to allow a client to touch her, and he had touched her in ways she would never forget. She knew she could never see him again.
Venera waited ten minutes after Nick left, then sent him a message.
I can’t see you again as a client, but if you’d like to take me to dinner sometime, I would be happy to oblige.
His reply came instantly.
I’m still standing outside your door if you’re hungry now?
Venera smiled. She opened the door completely nude. She was indeed hungry, but dinner could wait a bit longer.
The End
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